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Lagi pengen nyeritain kisah cinta nih,
Sampai sekarang nih gw udah ngejomblo selama 5tahun hahaha lama bet yak, knp bisa gini soalnya juga dulu pas SMA deket sama cowok namanya *a*a udah kayak pacaran gitu sih tapi gak ada namanya pacaran atau status gitu. Padahal ya berantem-beranteman gitu juga, eh pas dy udh ketrima TNI malah ngilang gitu aja semenjak menetap di semarang sih. Gw sih udah sayangnya kebangetan sm dy, ehh tb tb udah punya pacara aja dy di semarang hmmm sakitnya kayak apa lah. Dulu mah pas deketin gw cuek bgt ama dy, dy yg bikin aku care sm dy, nyaman sama dy, ujung-ujungnya ditinggalin tanpa alasan juga. Dy kan udah pnya pacar nih, eh tb tb dy ngehubungin terus dateng ke kos ngajakin jalan.. muter-muter sweet bgt dah pokoknya sampe tengah malam gitu, ternyata dy abis utus ama pacarnya. hmm jadi gua dijadiin betadine nih buat obat lukanya dy??? abis itu dy ngilang lagi semenjak dipindah tugas ke lampung, ternyata lama-lama dy pny pacar juga di sana -___-
Pas balik lagi nih ke semarang dy datengin gw sweet lagi dan ternyata dy putus lagi ama pacarnya n then gw jadi betadine lagi... berulang gitu terus sampe sekarang, sampe pas ulang tahunku dy dateng ke kos bawain mawar gitu.. sampe sekarang aja mawarnya masih gw simpen... Hahahaha bego bgt gak sih aku masih nerima dy dengan apaadanya dy wlw nyakitin terus, omelan tmn tmn yg kalo aku udh bahas dy lewat aja gitu dikuping..
Dan sampe sekarang pun masih susah banget buat move onnya, udh move on di telfon/dihubungin lagi, balik lagi gak bisa move on.. Gitu terus sampe kapan, sampe dy beneran nikah kali ya? bisa move onnya kalo ada cwok yang deketin lagi dengan tulus bikin nyaman. Tapi apa cwok yg deketin gw tuh udh punya pacar kalo gak dy deketin, dibikin nyaman, terus ditinggalin :'(
Begitulah kisah cintaku menyedihkan ya, (masih) belum ada yang serius deketin...
Semoga pas ada langsung ngelamar aja wkwkkwk #amin

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